Going on the Game Ch. 05

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The days flew by and the proposed evening had come around far too quickly for me, or so it seemed, and once again I found myself preparing for a night on the game. Probably the first of many for me if things evolved how my husband wanted them to.

During the days preceding my return to the world's oldest profession I had been busy at school, so my mind had been fairly preoccupied, but I had still found some time to shop for outfits, the local charity shops providing a good source of inspiration. I was also able to get my hair and nails done one evening, making sure at least that part of me was ready.

As the agreed date had grown closer so my apprehension had slowly increased. My concerns about being on the street still worried me and although I knew I would still go through with it I couldn't help but feel nervous.

I left work promptly on the Friday afternoon heading straight home to organise dinner and get ready. After we had eaten, a meal taken mostly in silence as we both contemplated the night ahead, I left my husband to clear the dishes away while I went up to take a long, luxurious bath and prepare myself for the evening to come.

Liam was waiting in our lounge when, over an hour later, I slowly descended the stairs, pausing in the doorway as I reached the bottom, for him to critically inspect my appearance.

"Wow!" his eyes widened when he saw me, "You look amazing."

My hair had been pinned up with numerous blonde strands trailing loosely down across my ears and neck while my make-up was applied a lot more heavily than usual. The dark eyeshadow around my blue eyes helping emphasise the long false eyelashes I had on, which were black with a thick layer of mascara.

Under the thin black denim jacket, I wore a lacy red bra that did little to conceal my modest breasts and matched the short flared red skirt I was wearing. I had found it on one of my charity shopping sprees and had spent an evening shortening it so it just about reached the tops of my black fishnet hold-ups. The strappy black stilettos with a 3" heel, big hooped earrings and a wrist full of bangles completed what I hoped was the perfect hooker outfit.

And, judging by my husband's reaction, I definitely looked the part.

"Shall we go?" I reached for my shoulder bag, scooping up the additional condom's I had purchased, adding them to the half dozen or so left from my first outing as a harlot.

I quickly slipped into our car, checking that none of our neighbours were around to see me so inappropriately dressed, and fastened my safety-belt as Liam pulled out of our driveway. Traffic was unusually light and the short drive to the run-down industrial estate we had used on our previous adventure only took us less than twenty minutes. We drove mostly in silence, both of us deep in thought about the evening ahead.

"The café seems busy." I finally commented as we drove in through the entrance to the site.

"Probably truck drivers I imagine, considering the number of lorries that are parked up." Liam suggested.

I hadn't paid much attention but he was right, there were quite a few articulated trucks standing at the roadside and I made a mental note that the café might be good for business sometime.

As if he read my thoughts Liam interjected, "It might be worth paying it a visit later. Truckers must get lonely to."

"I was thinking the same. I guess I'll just have to see how busy I get." I agreed.

Our conversation ended at that point as my husband pulled our car over, stopping close to the spot I had used previously. There were a couple of girls down the road, obviously already touting for customers and I expected more would arrive as the evening progressed. However, like before, I was some distance away from them and hoped not to arouse any enmity by encroaching on their 'turf'.

We sat, parked in the shadows, for a few minutes, silently watching the occasional vehicle drive by as I envisaged what I was about to go and do for the second time. My heart was thumping and my stomach was in knots as I tried to calm myself before getting out of our car.

Finally, I sighed, I was as ready as I would ever be and I couldn't put it off any longer, "Time to go to work I guess."

With that I slipped out of my seat into the unseasonably warm night air and, heels clicking loudly on the tarmac, walked across to take up my position on the street.

Standing on the pavement, under the glow of the streetlights, it all seemed so familiar. My husband waiting for me across the road in our car, parked discretely in the shadows, while I strolled back and forth on the pathway ready for and available to any potential punters that might drive by.

It wasn't a long wait.

I had only been there a few minutes when a dark Audi pulled over beside me and I wiggled my hips as I strutted across to the open passenger window.

"Hi honey, looking for some fun tonight?" I leant over making sure my jacket fell open to reveal my breasts only just covered by the lace bra.

"How much?" he got straight to the point.

I looked at him properly for the first time. He was old, at least fifty plus, I estimated, unattractive and very overweight from what I could see. Definitely not the most appealing of customers but I was a whore and not here to be fussy.

"It's £25 for oral and £40 for a fuck." I repeated my prices.

He looked from my face to my tits and back up again, "OK, a fuck. Get in."

Opening the door, I slid into the passenger seat, not bothering to pull my skirt down when it rode up exposing my stockings and the tops of my thighs. Glancing across I could see him eyeing my legs lustfully as I fastened my seat belt and hoped he wouldn't take to long to cum.

"Left and left again. You can park up behind the building." brusquely I gave him directions to the loading bay behind the abandoned unit that I used for my encounters.

There was no answer, he just put the Audi into gear and pulled away from the kerb, following my instructions.

"You got a name hon?" I asked trying to avoid the disconcerting silence.

He looked across at me, "Yeah, its Del. Short for Derek, What about you?"

Sticking to my alternative identity I replied, "It's Sara."

Turning into the loading bay he parked over in the farthest corner where it was darkest and switched off the engine before reaching in his jacket for his wallet. Drawing out two £10's and a £20 he handed them to me and I gave him one of the foil packets from my bag in return.

"It might be better if we got out." Del suggested, voicing what I had been thinking. His bulk would make having sex inside the car difficult if not impossible.

"Sure hon." agreeing to his suggestion I unfastened my seatbelt and slipped out of my seat, walking around to the driver's side to join him.

Without waiting to be asked I squatted down in front of him to unfasten his trousers, dragging them, along with his underwear, down to his knees to expose a surprisingly large cock. My fingers automatically closing around the thick shaft as soon as it flopped free, stroking along its length, feeling it harden quickly at my touch.

Suppressing the rising feeling of revulsion lurking in the pit of my stomach, I leant forwards, pressing my head up under his vast belly and took his cockhead in my mouth. His pungent aroma stung my nostrils as I ran my tongue around the tip of his organ before sliding my lips down along the throbbing shaft.

"Mmmmm... Mnnnnnhmm.... Nghmmmm!" resisting the urge to pull away I started to suck his dick as best I could. his substantial paunch making access to his erection challenging.

I felt Del twist his fingers in my hair as he groaned, pressing my head into his stomach making it difficult for me to breathe, especially with his large, granite-hard prick in my mouth.

"Hmmmnnghhmmmmm" my hands pushed against his fat thighs, trying to resist him as I attempted to draw some air into my lungs.

I was unsuccessful and my face was growing redder as Del held me in place for a few more seconds before releasing his grip on my head, allowing me to pull my mouth off of his phallus. Strands of spit hung between my lips and his cock as I gasped breathlessly, sitting back on my calves and looking up.

"Bend over the car." his instructions were curt and brief but I did as I had been ordered, enjoying the feelings of humiliation and shame that filled me.

I leant over the bonnet of his vehicle, my feet wide apart, hiking my tiny skirt up above my waist so my naked rear with its pink, moist cleft positioned at the top of my thighs was presented brazenly to him.

Behind me Del rolled the condom onto his erect shaft and shuffled forward between my long, stocking clad legs. Naked from the waist down to his knees, his left hand rested on my bare backside, while in his right hand he held his long and impressively thick erection, the tip of which he was rubbing up and down along my slit as if searching for the entrance.

I glanced back over my shoulder as he eased his bulbous cockhead between my pink labia, grinned lasciviously at me, then with a crude, almost animal look on his ugly face, thrust his hips forward hard.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" I squealed as he speared me. My head jerking up and my eyes opening wide as he drove his length into me, stretching my tight cleft open around it.

The force of my impalement urged my legs even further apart and lifted me up onto my toes as I was slammed forwards across the front of the car. Pudgy fingers grabbing my hips and dragging me back as Del began to thrust in and out of my body, fucking me with strong, confident strokes that built rapidly in speed and power.

The feeling of degradation overwhelmed me as I allowed this obese, ugly old man to use me and I knew he would make me cum very soon.

"Uh... uh... uh... fuck.... ohhhh!" my grunts grew in volume as I took every inch of his rampant shaft into my soaking cunt.

The tempo was relentless as he pistoned into me, his hips slapping noisily against my firm, pale buttocks. I was being fucked hard and expertly, no matter how repulsive I had found my punter he definitely knew how to pleasure a woman.

Behind me, Del was taking his time, clearly in charge, his own arousal kept tightly under control as he thrust repeatedly and rhythmically into my dripping slit. His large belly hanging grotesquely over my pert arse, wobbling with each purposeful thrust of his hips.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes.... don't stop." I panted breathlessly, every stroke threatening to make my pert tits jump out of my bra.

His prodigious manhood must have been clearly visible beneath his shirt tails each time he pulled it from my moist, gaping hole, making me groan with displeasure before he drove it back in to me.

My arousal was mounting rapidly now and I knew I was very close to coming, my blonde head resting on the bonnet while my fingers were splayed out across the warm metal. Urged on by my moans, the speed of Del's thrusts increased again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my slender hips as the wet, slapping sounds grew louder.

SLAP!

"Oh fuck, fuck!"

SLAP!

"God... oh god... Ahhhh!"

SLAP!

"Shit... Ahhhh.... Shit.... I'm... I'm.... cummmmmiiinngggggg!" my orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, making me shriek with pleasure as I convulsed on his huge cock.

Astonishingly Del raised his pace once more, as my head jerking up, my eyes staring sightlessly in front of me, as he continued to fuck me through my climax.

"Oh my God! Oh Jesus! Oh fuckkkkkk!" my voice trembled, distorted by the waves of pleasure that overtook me again and I began to moan louder, my stockinged legs trembling as his flabby hips slammed against my buttocks relentlessly, his tempo quickening to match my arousal.

"Oh! Oh Yes! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" a second, much stronger wave of ecstasy washed over my body, sending me noisily over the edge yet again and I came hard.

"Ungh... Unghhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" behind me Del drove his large shaft into me again and again, as I climaxed for the second time, before finally burying his rampant cock to the hilt, in my wet and willing pussy.

Jerking and gasping he shuddered, his prick pulsing inside my dripping vagina spurting his cream into the waiting condom.

Our mating complete he rested his bulk on me, the pair of us panting for breath, as the pleasure of our shared orgasm slowly waned. Me unable to move as I simply waited until he regained sufficient composure to push himself up off me.

Slowly I stood, my knees still unsteady, pulling my little skirt down to cover my arse, all the while watching Del as he discarded the used rubber and hauled up his pants. Once we were presentable, he dropped me back at the front of the building where, after giving him a quick peck on his fleshy jowl, I went back to soliciting for business as he drove away.

It had been nice brisk start to the evening but it didn't remain that way. A few cars drove by and as usual they slowed down as they passed me so their drivers could openly ogle but, despite the interest showed, I only managed a couple more punters over the next hour or so.

Neither of my next two customers were particularly memorable. They were both older men, married judging by the wedding rings they wore, and purely interested in using me to satisfy their carnal needs. I was just a whore, they paid me and they fucked me. The sex itself was mediocre but, fortunately, the sensation of being so brazenly debauched more than compensated, even allowing me climax with one of them.

Back on the street after the second of the two had finished with me things seemed to have become even quieter so I decided to walk down to the café to try my luck there. It meant me walking past the other girls which made me a little nervous but, in the main, they ignored me or simply nodded a greeting, much to my relief.

It was more 'greasy spoon' than coffee-shop, lit by bright fluorescent tubes that momentarily blinded you when you walked in out of the darkness. Still relatively busy even at this late hour, the varied assortment of plastic tables and chairs were mostly occupied by truck drivers and workers from those units still operating, although there was one other girl, obviously a prostitute like myself considering the skimpy outfit she had on, sitting at a table alone.

A dozen or more pairs of eyes swivelled around to watch me as I entered and walked up to the counter. Ignoring the leering stares that followed me, I ordered a coffee and took a seat at an unoccupied table, smoothing my skirt down to cover as much of my thighs as I could manage which, being honest, wasn't very much. I knew I was giving the guys a bit of leg show, and flashing my stocking tops, as I concentrated on my drink and avoided meeting anyone's eyes but I didn't care.

As I sat there one of the men approached the other girl. I watched as they exchanged a few words before she stood up and departed with her customer. All interest was on me now but no one seemed to want to do more than look so I took some time to finish my coffee and then got up and left.

I hadn't gone more than 50 yards after exiting the café when a voice behind me made me stop and turn around, "Hey darling, you got some time?"

He was a truck driver by the look of him; around 40 to 45, a little bit overweight and heavily tattooed. I vaguely recalled seeing him earlier at one of the tables and assumed he had followed me out.

"Sure hon, what can I do for you?" I replied cautiously.

"How much to join me in my cab for while?" he was a lorry-driver, I had been correct.

"£40 for a fuck and £25 if you just want me to blow you" my standard reply was relatively non-committal.

"Not bad for a looker like you. You got time then?" his compliment made me smile.

I've always wanted to see the inside of a big rig so I didn't really need to think too hard about my answer, "Sure. I'll keep you company."

Taking my arm, he led me along the path and around a corner to the cab of a large semi-articulated truck, unlocking the doors with his key fob. Slightly concerned I looked up at the door trying to work out the best method of entry.

"Um! How do I get in?" I frowned at him as I asked.

"Just climb up the steps there darling. You can hold on to the rail on the side to help you." he gestured with his head towards a handrail and reached up to pull the door open for me.

Grabbing hold of the chrome bar to the left of the door I pulled myself up and started to climb the three steps built onto the side of the truck, quickly realising that I would give the trucker the perfect view of my shaved pussy as I clambered upwards. It really wasn't much of a surprise when I felt his hand go under my skirt, landing on my bare buttocks, and gently propel me upwards, helping me into the rig.

"Sorry darling, I couldn't help myself." he stood staring up at me and I giggled from embarrassment and called out a thank you right before the cab door closed and he moved round to the other side.

The driver drew himself up into the cab and pulled the blackout curtains across the front windshield and both side windows before he turned on the inside lights. Able to see properly now I looked around curiously, studying the interior of the rig. For a truck it seemed quite plush. The seats were large and comfortable, almost like armchairs while the bunk behind them was larger than a single bed but not quite a double. It even had a small tv in the corner.

"So, what's your name sweetheart?" he asked once he had settled in his seat.

"Sara, and you?" I was still looking around, taking it all in, as I answered.

"My name's Ray babe." he answered and quickly switched to a question that was obviously prompted by my curiosity, "Have you been in one of these before Sara?"

"No but I've always wondered what they were like inside. Especially the bed," I grinned, "and now I know."

He looked around at the bunk behind the seats, "So how much more for you to get completely naked in there?"

"Another tenner?" I suggested.

Ray grinned again, "Deal." and with that he pulled out his wallet and counted out the £50 I had asked for before handing it to me.

I made a point of checking the notes before placing them in my bag and extracting a condom for later.

"How old are you Sara?" the question caught me by surprise.

"26, Why?" I was curious as to why he wanted to know.

"No reason at all you just seem a lot younger than that." he answered as his hand began to caress my stockinged leg just above the knee.

"How young? How young do you like?" I reached down and grabbed his roving hand.

"Really young and I'd have said you were maybe 19 or 20." his hand had now reached my stocking tops.

"Thanks. So, what do you want to see hon?" I asked coyly, flattered by the compliment.

Ray leered at my chest, "Everything, but let's start with those cute little titties. Why don't you take of your top."

I slipped off my jacket and reached behind me, unhooking the clasps on my red bra before letting it slide off my pert B cup breasts. My nipples already swollen from the evening's exertions stood out like hard points from the dark circles of my areola.

"Nice. They are some really nice little boobs." he leered as his hand came up from leg and he began to grope my breasts.

"Glad you like them." stifling a groan I answered him as he felt up my chest, taking his time to pinch and roll my nipples causing them to swell and harden even more.